Aside from cave paintings and early wall art, tattoos are among the earliest forms of art. We collect them to celebrate our passions, spirituality, memories and to mark accomplishments. Each shares a story and connects us to one another.
I got my first tattoo in 2007. After considering it for a long time, I knew it had to be something profound that meant enough to me to wear for the rest of my life. After all, tattoos are a permanent statement.
When my father passed away in 2001 I knew I wanted to pay homage to him through art – somehow. Since I had considered a tattoo for years, it seemed like the obvious choice, but it took me a while after his passing to resolve how I would commemorate his memory. We shared a passion for motorcycles and often rode together. He was a charismatic man of optimism, creativity and new beginnings. My ink needed to be a positive remembrance and amazing. I decided on a powerful Phoenix symbolizing my birthplace, where my father’s journey ended, and my rise from the ashes to a new beginning. And while he is long gone, my ink is a daily reminder to be the best new me each and every day.
Tattoos are a healing art. I’ve seen that over and over throughout the years. As a young man I considered becoming a tattoo artist. My art took me in another direction. First, as a designer, then as a wall artist/muralist for Hollywood Video and then on to my epic motorcycle paintings and larger-than-life art nudes.
Today, my art embodies my passion of America and motorcycle lifestyle. Like tattoos, my paintings tell stories of individuality, freedom and remembrance. Art is like that. It connects us.
24″ x 36″
60.96 cm x 91.44 cm
Acrylic on canvas.
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